Wendy Song Lyrics

Here are some songs lyrics that have the name "Wendy" in them a friend of mine emailed me the list as a birthday gift( i have no idea were he got them all I had not heard of a lot of them). If you know of others, please send me mail at northernsunshine@hotmail.com. Also I am looking for any songs that have Trina in them for my sister if you happen to know of a song can you please email me the name and who sings it. thank you. "Windy" by The Association. is one of my favorite songs so it is in the list too.

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  1. "Bathtub Gin" by Phish

  2. "Bendy Wendy the Man" by Cartoon
  3. "Born to Run" by Bruce Springsteen
  4. "Finale" by Weird Al Yankovic
  5. "Goodbye Marlon Brando" by Elton John
  6. "Harold of the Rocks" by Primus
  7. "Harrow Road" by Big Audio Dynamite
  8. "I Can't Put My Finger on It" by Housemartins
  9. "I'm Sorry" by King Missile
  10. "Kiss" by Prince and the Revolution
  11. "Lay Your Body Down" by Tyketto
  12. "Lay Your Body Down" Tyketto
  13. "Little Children" by Brian Wilson
  14. "On With the Show" by The Rolling Stones
  15. "The Party" by Godley and Creme
  16. "Sacrifice" by Prince (Symbol)
  17. "Sign on the door" by Edwin McCain
  18.  "That's Why I'm Here" by James Taylor
  19. "Tomorrow, Wendy" by Concrete Blonde
  20. "Wake Up Wendy" by Elton John
  21. "Wendy" by Brian Wilson of the Beachboys
  22. "Wendy" by Cake Like
  23. "Wendy" by God Street Wine
  24. "Wendy Sadd" by Kim Wilde
  25. Wendy the Good Little Witch by unknown
  26. "Wendy Time" by The Cure
  27. "Wendy Under the Stars" by Odds
  28. "We Understand Each Other" by Todd Rungren
  29. "Windy" by The Association
 
 


"Bathtub Gin" by Phish (Album: Lawn Boy)

Brett is in the bathtub making soup for the ambassadors
and I am in the hallway singing to the troubadours

The kings are all lined up outside the gate
and the autumn bells are ringing but they'll just have to wait

Where is the joker? Have you seen him around
with his three coned cap that he wears like a clown?

Have you seen his stripped stockings and heard his sad tale
about the kids under the carpet and the purple humpbacked whales

Here come the ambassadors they show up one by one
Brett is tasting all the soup to see if it is done

Wendy's on the windowsill waiting to be let in
and we're all in the bathtub now making bathtub gin

The kings storm the hallway they've climbed up through the gate
they didn't mean to be impolite but they just couldn't wait

Here comes the joker with his silly grin
he carries a martini made of bathtub gin

Here comes the joker we all must laugh
cause we're all in this together and we love to take a bath.

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"Bendy Wendy The Man" by Cartoon (Album: Ovine/Bovine)

madelaine tied to the railroad track.
she says "somebody get me off o my back!"
wendy sees from the high, high hill
that madelaine's going to get madly killed.
he bends on down that high high hill
as only bendy wendy will
little did he know that the slope so steep
would bend him on down and land him in a heap.
madelaine t-take my hand
cos i'm a bendy wendy the man.
madelaine t-take my hand
cos i'm a bendy wendy the man.
then the train came...
when the train had passed bendy knelt iun the sand
and bent around for poor madelaine's hand.
he said "i'll take it home, put it under my pillow
with the picture of my mum in the hollow armadillo."
he went to sleep.

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"Born to Run" by Bruce Springsteen

In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on HighWay 9
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected
And steppin’ out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we’re young
’Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wraps your legs ’round these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
We’ll run till we drop, baby we’ll never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
’Cause baby I’m just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if your love is wild
Girl I want to know if love is real

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach on a mist
I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss

The highway’s jammed with broken heroes
On a last chance power drive
Everybody’s out on the run tonight
But there’s no place left to hide
Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I don’t know when
We’re gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go
And we’ll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
Baby we were born to run

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  "Finale" by Weird Al Yankovic (Album: Peter and the Wolf)

It's getting late, so I suppose
We should be drawing to a close
Besides, my voice is sounding hoarse
And even my rhymes are getting worse
Poor Wendy's feeling in the dumps
She's worn her fingers down to stumps
And so, farewell, this record's through
Now go find something else to do
 

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  "Goodbye Marlon Brando" by Elton John, Bernie Taupin (Album: Reg Strikes Back)
Say goodbye to loneliness. Say goodbye to Marlon Brando. Say goodbye to latitudes. And the confusion that surrounds you
Say goodbye to misery. Say goodbye to the morning news. Say goodbye to prime time. And the fools that choose to view
Say goodbye to Wendy. Say goodbye to Rhonda. Say goodbye to the Beach Boys
From the Palisades to Kona. Say goodbye to Glasnost. Say goodbye to Malathion.
Say goodbye to the clowns in congress. And the belt around Orion. Say goodbye to the tabloids.
Say goodbye to diet soda. Say goodbye to new age music. From the Capa to the Coda.
Say goodbye to gridlock. Goodbye to Dolly's chest. Goodbye to the ozone layer.
If there's any of it left. don't it make you wanna crawl back to the womb.Find a sanitarium rent yourself a room
This overload is edging me further out to sea
I need to put some distance between overkill and me, me
Say goodbye to Jackie Collins. Say goodbye to illiterate fools. Goodbye to evangelists.
And geeks with power tools. Goodbye to statuettes. Say goodbye to lists
Say goodbye to articles. On who the senator kissed. Say goodbye to hair styles
Goodbye to heaven's gate. Goodbye to Rocky Five Six, seven and eight
 

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"Harold of the Rocks" by Primus (Album: Frizzle Fry)

It was a weekend's eve,
I had sex on my breath
I was lookin' for somethin' to see.
With a borrowed black
leather and my best fishin' hat.
Well it was just Wendy O. and me.
We called old Swamp
Up on the telephone
And said we was comin' on
Down to pick him up
and then, he said,
"Hey Swampy, me and Greeny'll come along -
But only if we can bring a friend."
"His name is Harold."
I said "Okay."
Now, we had a
Swamper, Greeny, Wendy O, Stanley, Harold of the Rocks and me.
We hopped into my dart
And headed for the nightbreak
To see a man they call Schooly D.
Harold he's a friendly guy.
He rambles on and on.
He'll talk the balls off
a rhinosaurus.
fact is he just doesn't
make much sense.
Well Stan said
"This guy's pretty bizarre Gus."
Harold of the Rocks.

I saw Harold at a
party Trouzy threw
Late one night.
I said, "hey man,
Do you remember me?"
He said, "O' course
I do Snapdad and
Let me tell ya right
'Bout now I'm lit
Up like an ol' Christmas tree."
Hey bro you know I'd
like to thank you once
Again for let'n me
Hang with ya' all across
The bay. when I
Look back at that
night I get me a
Warm spot across my heart."
Then he shook my
hand, and walked away.
That's teh last I
Seen of Harold.
Harold of the Rocks.
So in the end,
Swamper and Greeny
Finally succumb to
The ways of Harold.
And in doing so
Each gave just a little bit
Of his soul away.
What a couple of dumbshits.

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  "Harrow Road" by Big Audio Dynamite (Album: Planet Bad Greatest Hits)

I saw Elvis washing clothes
In the lauderette by the growth
Watchin powder on his nose
Down the Harrow Road
He was talkin bout a song
Had it all but got it wrong
Now he wants to join the band
And play along

So many stories being told
Down Harrow Road
Since you`re reality a row
Down Harrow Road
Down the Harrow Road

There`s this bloke who thinks he`s handy
Selling gloves and home made brandy
He comes all the way from Wendy
Down Harrow Road
You see lover by the cemetry wall
From the bridge of back to forth
Don`t let them work in over night
They were the things you know

So many stories being told
Down Harrow Road
Since you`re reality a row
Down Harrow Road
Down the Harrow Road

I was having a smoke at Raylough
It was raining down on me
I was getting softer in this night job
Tryin to finish my LP

So many stories being told
Down Harrow Road
Since you`re reality a row
Down Harrow Road
Down the Harrow Road

So many stories being told
Down Harrow Road
Since you`re reality a row
Down Harrow Road
Down the Harrow Road

So many stories being told
Down Harrow Road
Since you`re reality a row
Down Harrow Road
Down the Harrow Road

Down the Harrow Road

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"I Can't Put My Finger On It" by Housemartins (Album: Now That's What I Call Quite Good... )

As Martin said to Xanthe
As they played with wooden toys.
"You may have Wendy's playhouse,
But where the hell's your boy?"

As Paul said to Fifi
As they eyed each other up,
You may have better plimpsoles
But you can't pee standing up."

And I'd like to take time to bite
Their neck and make it bleed
Or maybe I could cut holes in their
Daddy's Harris Tweed

Chorus:
And I can't put my finger on it
Maybe it's something in their food
And I can't put my finger on it
All I know Christ would've sued.

As Sharon said to Jamie
As they sat down for a chat
"If you think I'm cooking dinner,
Well, prepare to eat dead rat."

As Debbie said to Alex
As they held hands in the park,
"How comes you wear Rupert Check
When you think you're so hard."

I should've done his Land Rover
To let him know I'd been,
Instead I wrote "F' off"
On the dirt across his screen

Chorus.

I wish I'd let them know I was here
A drop of arsenic in the wine,
Sulfuric acid in the beer.

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"I'm Sorry" by King Missile (Album: Happy Hour)
No I never was in vietnam
I never once dove into an empty swimming pool
I never let the carpet walk right out from under me
I never painted a house or a tree
I never did become an exotic dancer or a customer service representative
I never took the pulse of a dying duck
Or gave mouth to mouth resusitation to a horsefly
In a way I spose you could say my experience is quite limited
For example,
I never locked Oliver Cromwell in a broom closet while singing Waltzing Matilda
I never sawed a television in half
Although I once saw Wendy O'Williams saw a guitar
I never played a decent game of jacks
I never played poker with a toothless one eyed pirate who kept picking his
teeth with a bowie knife to distract me while his parrot looked over my
shoulder and told him what cards I had by using an elaborate code involving
vomiting, chirping and sea shanties
I never bought a lamp
Wait I did buy a lamp once
But I never bought a lantern or a lambskin profolactic
I never bought lima beans or lime pudding
I never bought a lion or a Lionel Richie album
I never bought anything beginning with the letter "L"
Except lollipops, lightbulbs and lettuce ... and the lamp
I never layed down for a nap and found the Everly Brothers in bed with me
I never let a cyborg take out the garbage
I'm sorry I stole the radio
I did it
I sawed the legs off the periodic table
I re-elected the President
I did it, it was my fault
I farted in the church
I'm sorry I did many many bad things
And I am so sorry

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"Kiss" by Prince and the Revolution (Album: Parade)

Uh!

U don't have 2 be beautiful 2 turn me on
I just need your body, baby, from dusk till dawn
U don't need experience 2 turn me out
U just leave it all up 2 me, I'm gonna show U what it's all about

CHORUS:
U don't have 2 be rich 2 be my girl
U don't have 2 be cool 2 rule my world
Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your . . . . . kiss

U got 2 not talk dirty, baby, if U wanna impress me
U can't be 2 flirty, mama, I know how 2 undress me (Yeah)
I want 2 be your fantasy, maybe U could be mine
U just leave it all up 2 me, we could have a good time

CHORUS
Yes, oh
I think I wanna dance, uh
Gotta, gotta, oh
Little Girl Wendy's Parade
Gotta, gotta, gotta

Women, not girls, rule my world, I said they rule my world
Act your age, mama, not your shoe size, maybe we could do the twirl
U don't have 2 watch Dynasty 2 have an attitude, uh
U just leave it all up 2 me, my love will be your food (Yeah)

U don't have 2 be rich 2 be my girl
U don't have 2 be cool 2 rule my world
Ain't no particular sign I'm compatible with!
I just want your extra time and your kiss 


"Lay Your Body Down" by Tyketto (Album: Don't Come Easy)

Chorus:
Stand up, get down, won't you lay your body down
Kick back, hand jive, sure beats workin' for a livin'
Stand up, get down, won't you lay your body down
Kick back, slow ride

Hey, yeah yeah yeah yeah - alright

A painted lady, doing what she do
Drives me crazy, I wanna put the bite on you
Working for the man, working all you can, yeah yeah yeah

Legs in leather, burning like a satin leaf
Real high steppin', my baby runs on gasoline
Heat me up or cool me down, you best spell that honey 'round

She got it alright, she's workin' all night
She got it skin tight, I wish she'd wrap that stuff around me

chorus - give that girl a hand tonight

I'm addicted to the taste of bitter sweet
Terminal afflicted, I wanna live on Bourbon Street
Crazy for the girls, all the women in the world - yeah yeah yeah yeah

I got it alright, I'd do it all night
I need it skin tight, I wish she'd wrap that stuff around me

chorus - give that little girl a hand tonight

(Solo)

Eva likes to play with all her toys
Simone she knows just what we enjoy
Wendy's misbehaving for the boys in the company team
I am begging baby, won't you do a thing for me, you got to

chorus - give that girl a hand tonight

chorus - give that little girl a hand tonight

Give that little girl a hand tonight...

Say nothing (nothing) now!

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"Lay Your Body Down" by Tyketto (Album: Don't Come Easy)

Chorus:
Stand up, get down, won't you lay your body down
Kick back, hand jive, sure beats workin' for a livin'
Stand up, get down, won't you lay your body down
Kick back, slow ride
Hey, yeah yeah yeah yeah - alright
A painted lady, doing what she do
Drives me crazy, I wanna put the bite on you
Working for the man, working all you can, yeah yeah yeah
Legs in leather, burning like a satin leaf
Real high steppin', my baby runs on gasoline
Heat me up or cool me down, you best spell that honey 'round
She got it alright, she's workin' all night
She got it skin tight, I wish she'd wrap that stuff around me
chorus - give that girl a hand tonight
I'm addicted to the taste of bitter sweet
Terminal afflicted, I wanna live on Bourbon Street
Crazy for the girls, all the women in the world - yeah yeah yeah yeah
I got it alright, I'd do it all night
I need it skin tight, I wish she'd wrap that stuff around me
chorus - give that little girl a hand tonight
(Solo)
Eva likes to play with all her toys
Simone she knows just what we enjoy
Wendy's misbehaving for the boys in the company team
I am begging baby, won't you do a thing for me, you got to
chorus - give that girl a hand tonight
chorus - give that little girl a hand tonight
Give that little girl a hand tonight...
Say nothing (nothing) now!

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  "Little Children" by Brian Wilson

On a Monday mornin' you see 'em all there
Little children they're marching along
On a sunny mountain without any cares
Little children they're marching along
Marching along, siging a song
Making rhythm and rhyme
It used to be somthing to see
They don't keep track of the time
If the rain comes down
They put on their coats
Little children they're marching along
If it gets too floody
They get in their boats
Little children they're marching along
Marching along, singing a song
Making rhythm and rhyme
It used to be somthing to see
They don't keep track of the time
Poor little Wendy she's too scared to speak
Little children they're marching along
And look at little Carnie with dirt on her cheek
Little children they're marching along
It's three fifteen it's time to go home
Little children they're marching along
You can't kiss no one until you get home
Little children they're marching along
Marching along
Marching along
Marching along
Marching along
Marching along
Marching along
Marching along

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"On With the Show" by The Rolling Stones (Album: Their Satanic Majesties Request)
(- Big live show...one o'clock tonight, sir...)
Good evening one and all we're all so glad to see you here
We'll play your favorite songs while you're all soak the atmosphere
We'll start with Old Man River, then maybe Stormy Weather too
I'm sure you know just what to do
On with the show, good health to you
Please pour another glass it's time to watch the cabaret
Your wife will never know that you're not really working late
Your hostess here is Wendy, you'll find her very friendly too
And we don't care just what you do
On with the show good health to you
- Petina starts the show at two o'clock.
Oh, if by chance you find that you can't make it anymore
We'll put you in a cab and get you safely to the door
Oh, we've got all the answers, and we've got lovely dancers too
There's nothing else you have to do
On with the show, good health to you
You're all such lovely people, dancing gaily 'round the floor
But if you have to fight, please take your trouble out the door
Oh, now I say with sorrow, until this time tomorrow, ooh
We'll bid you all a fond adieu
On with the show, good health to you

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  "The Party" by Godley and Creme (Album: Ismism)

Ding dong, ding dong
Hi! Hey! Sorry we're late
You're not the first
Oh Great!
Hey listen I'm sorry but we can't stay late
so we parked in the middle at the top by the gate
on the grass with the crass Volkswagen estate
Whose is it? Mine! You're kidding, it's great! (Jesus)
I just love the way he's used the car like an empty canvas
and let the rust eat itself into the overall design
with such devastating spontaneity
David you're ignoring me, come here
Who do you have to fuck to get a drink `round here?
It's art David, neo-functional mannerism
cerebral but oblique
it's one star four owner shagged out chic
one star four owner shagged out chic
one star four owner shagged out chic
one star four owner shagged out chic
one star four owner shagged out chic
one star four owner shagged out chic
You're a cocksucker Michael
you are what you eat David!
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong
Darling, darling, Hi darling
Hello darling John! Ben! John! Sandy! John! Somerset! John!
Weekend! John! Wendy! John! Kevin! Got any?
No but I've got champagne!
Hi, hi, hi there.
Damn it I know you're in a bit of a spot
and you're used to the Merc and the Moet and the yacht
and it must be a blow to the ego, what!
But forget about this video rot
and write yourselves a hit or three
like "I'm Not in Paris" or "The Dean and Me"
I mean really I don't like your stuff very much
it's too avant garde and aggressive and butch
I prefer a gentle and melodic touch
but the kids today have got their ears in their crutch
If it's not robots singing in Dutch
it's Adam and the Ants and Starsky and Hutch
By the way here's your present, Thanks very much
Now who's here?
The Prews, the Magoos, the Targetts and the Benmen
Johnny Peruvian, Marathon Man,
Blonde and the dangerous cameraman
Hello. The Prews, the Magoos, the Targetts, and the Benmen
Brando, Banacek, Pusher, Taker,
Student Prince and cocktail shaker
Hello. The Prews, the Magoos, the Targetts, and the Benmen
Tim Clinch Vicar's son, Prince Buster meets Tweedledum...
Hello. The Prews, the Magoos, the Targetts, and the Benmen
Well Jesus Christ is that the time
I could have sworn it was only twenty to nine
Hello Susan darling you look divine
Anyway we'd better be off before we get blocked in
so give our regards to the Paul and the Lynnes
and the swankys and the chatters and the Tequila twins
sorry Attilla's brides
Anyway must go, must fly, don't drink yourselves to death
but the baby is allergic to the babysitter's breath
and she'll have her boyfriend in a vice-like grip
on the backgammon table sucking guacamole dip
through the holes in his stockings, isn't it shocking!
Champagne.
I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party
I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party
I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party
I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party
I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party
I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party
I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party
I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party
Oh boy my skin feels about an inch thick, how about you Ben?
I'm fine, another line?
Why is everybody talking in speech balloons
and disappearing in Tequila fumes
Another line? Fine.
I love you Ben, let me count the ways
whoops here comes the Spaghetti Bolognaise
So I'm stuck in the toilet with Rick
and I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be
I think I'm gonna be, it's gonna be, I'm gonna be,
it's gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, it's gonna be
so long Rick
It's gonna be me and the bowl,
me and the bowl
me and the never ending bowl
me and the bowl
me and the bowl
me and the never ending bowl
me and the bowl
me and the bowl
me and the never ending bowl
I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party
I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party
I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party
I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party
I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party
I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party
I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party
I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party

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  "Sacrifice" by Prince (Symbol) (Album: The Sacrifice of Victor)

What is sacrifice?

(We s... we s... we s... we sacrifice)

NPG in mass attack, Sonny, please.

(we sacrifice)

Church if u will, please turn 2 the book of Victor (We s, We s)
We like 2 start at the top if u don't mind

(we sacrifice)
(Don't say it, preacher)

I was born on a blood stained table
Cord wrapped around my neck
Epilectic 'til the age of 7
I was sure heaven marked the deck

(we sacrifice)
I know joy lives 'round the corner
{Joy for sale down on the corner} (we sacrifice)
One day I'll visit her I'm gonna
{Out on my block I'm just a loner} (we sacrifice)
When she tell me everything {tell me}
That's when the angels sing {sacrifice}
That's when the victory is sho 'nuff {sho 'nuff down with the sacrifice}
(we sacrifice)
(help me)
(Don't say it, preacher)

Mama held up her baby 4 protection
From a man with a strap in his hand
Ask the Victor 'bout pain and rejection
U think he don't when he do understand

(we sacrifice)
I know joy lives 'round the corner
{Joy for sale down on the corner} (we sacrifice)
One day I'll visit her I'm gonna
{Out on my block I'm just a loner} (we sacrifice)
When she tell me everything {tell me}
That's when the angels sing {sacrifice}
That's when the victory is sho 'nuff {sho 'nuff down with the sacrifice}
(we sacrifice)
(help me)
{S.A.C.R.I.F.I.C.E}
(we-we-we sacrifice)
(Don't say it preacher)
(sac-sacrifice)
(we-we-we sacrifice)

(we-we-we sacrifice)
(sacrifice... if u turn the page)
(Don't say it, preacher)

1967 in a bus marked public schools
Rode me and a group of unsuspecting political tools
Our parents wondered what it was like 2 have another color near
So they put their babies together 2 eliminate the fear
We sacrifice yes we did
Fighting one another, (we sacrifice) (don't say it preacher)
All because of color
The angel of hate - she taught me how 2 kick her
If she called me anything but Victor (u mean like nigger?)
If the only thing that tells me is father time
Then sacrifice is the mutha sublime - we love it

Listen mutha - we sacrifice

(don't... don't... don't say it preacher)

(we sacrifice)

(Well, well, well, well)

(What is sacrifice?)

Hold yo' text, deacon

Never understood my old friends laughing
They got high when everything else got wrong (pass the booze up here)
Dr. King was killed and the streets
They started burnin'
When the smoke was cleared, their high was gone
Education got important, so important 2 Victor
A little more important than ripple and weed
Bernadette's a lady, and she told me (what she say?)
"Whatever u do son, a little discipline is what u need,
is what u need, u need to sacrifice"

(we sacrifice)
I know joy lives 'round the corner
{Joy for sale down on the corner} (we sacrifice)
One day I'll visit her I'm gonna
{Out on my block I'm just a loner} (we sacrifice)
When she tell me everything {tell me}
That's when the angels sing {sacrifice}
That's when the victory is sho 'nuff {sho 'nuff down with the sacrifice}
(we sacrifice)

(what is sacrifice?)
(we sacrifice)

{S.A.C.R.I.F.I.C.E}
(we sacrifice) (joy around the corner)
Hey Wendy, how come we... (we sacrifice)
'scuse me y'all (we sacrifice)
We don't don't mean 2 take up yo time (joy around the corner)
But we got something
heavy on our minds (we sacrifice)
Yes, we do (we sacrifice)
Sometimes, u gotta leave the one u love
Somebody, anybody, everybody wave your hand
Around the corner, there's another sacrifice (joy around the corner)
But u got 2 do the best u can y'all (we sacrifice)
Say u got 2 go through it (go through it)
U got 2 go through it all (go through it all)
High glory, yeah
Sell it, don't tell it, don't tell me (joy around the corner)
[.....] nice at my feet

Lord I might get tired,
but I, I've got 2 keep on (we sacrifice)
Walkin' down this road, (we sacrifice)
Keep on walkin' down this road (joy around the corner)
When I reach my destination (we sacrifice)
My name will be Victor
Amen
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"Sign on the door" by Edwin McCain Sign on the Door by Edwin McCain Wendy's sittin' next to me She's trying hard to drink it away And I feel the rumble of the subway Beneath the stage And her eyes are screaming And her lips are pursed And this ain't her first heartache But it feels like, it feels like the worst And she says Can someone tell me how this can happen And I guess that God only knows My heart used to be The sweet shop of love But now the sign on the door It says we're sorry we're closed And I hear myself tell her Some old words I know they won't help And then I feel guilty 'Cause I closed Some sweet shops myself And we all talk about timing And lifestyles and such But to a heart that's been shattered Those words don't mean that much And all of our pining It just goes to show Don't you enter a shop With the sign on the door Saying we're sorry we're closed And she's been through all the pain That one can endure And her new man thinks she loves him But he can't be sure And his heart pines for Wendy She says that's how it goes How am I supposed to know He can't read the sign saying Sorry we're closed Yeah we're closed And she says Can someone tell me how this can happen And I guess that God only knows My heart used to be The sweet shop of love But there's a sign on the door There's a sign on the door There's a sign on the door There's a sign on the door One more sign...

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"That's Why I'm Here" by James Taylor (Album: That's Why I'm Here)

person to person and man to man
i'm back in touch with my long lost friend
listen to reason and understand
and think of me from way back when
he said me and melissa well we fell out of love
we ran out of luck seems like lightning struck
i've been thinking of leaving but i can't raise a buck
james i'm wondering could i borrow your truck
i said that's why i'm here
got no other reason
that's why i'm standing before you
that's why i'm here
john's gone found dead he dies high he's brown bread
later said to have drowned in his bed
after the laughter the wave of the dread
it hits us like a ton of lead
it seems "learn not to burn" means to turn on a dime
and walk on if you're walking even if it's an uphill climb
and try to remember that working's no crime
just don't let 'em take and waste your time
that's why i'm here
this is an iou
i reckon' i owe you one now
listen Wendy and listen gloria
this'll be better tomorrow
fortune and fame's such a curious game
perfect strangers can call you by name
pay good money to hear fire and rain
again and again and again
some are like summer coming back every year
got your baby got your blanket got your bucket of beer
i break into a grin from ear to ear
and suddenly it's perfectly clear
that's why i'm here
this is the part about kitty and bim
he loved her and she loved him
Wake 'em up shake 'em up the middle of the night
got to tell me everything's alright
he said that's why i'm here
that's right

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"Tomorrow, Wendy" by Andy Prieboy (of Wall of Vodoo Fame). The original version found on Andy's album 'Upon My Wicked Sun' is a duet with Jeanette N. from Concrete Blonde
 
It is complete now -
Two ends of time
Are neatly tied
A one-way street,
She's walking to the
End of the line
And there she meets the
Faces she sees in
Her heart and mind
They say -Goodbye-
Tomorrow Wendy's
Going to die

Underneath the chilly
Grey November sky
We can make believe that
Kennedy is still alive
We're shooting for
The moon and smiling
Jackie's driving by
They say -Good try-
Tomorrow Wendy's
Going to die

I told the priest -
Don't count on
Any second coming.
God got his ass kicked
The first time he
Came down here slumming
He had the balls to come,
The gall to die and then
Forgive us -
No, I don't wonder why
I wonder what he thought
It would get us -
Hey he, good try -
Tomorrow Wendy's
Going to die

But God says jump,
so I set the time
'cause if he ever saw her
it was through these eyes of mine
and if He ever suffered
it was me who did His crying...
Hey, hey, good bye...

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"Wake Up Wendy" by Elton John (Album: Chef Aid, a South Park album)

Got this bug-eyed girl
Cold hand on my knee
Frozen teeth, chitter chatter
She's dresed up like a cemetary, like a cemetary

Snow-bound all winter
Blue lips on my cheek
Little tongue's prattlin', rattlin'
Talking 'bout them hometown geeks, them home-town geeks

Wake up Wendy, smell the coffee
Help me into your custom kitchen
Gimme a cup of that old black magic
I wanna get me some of that old home cookin'

Can you feel it
It's chilly and a-freezin'
Wake up Wendy, moods are changing
I got a reason, you got a feeling
Wake up Wendy, love's in season

Feels like a steam clean
When she washes me
Valves a-bustin', pumps a-hissin'
Just peel me off the ceiling, off the ceiling

Chill-eyed, bug-eyed girl
Zap me into cinders
Pop the thermal mumbo jumbo
Melt me with your little fingers, with your little fingers

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"Wendy" by Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys

Wendy, Wendy what went wrong
Oh so wrong
We went together for so long

I never thought a guy could cry
'Til you made it with another guy
Oh Wendy, Wendy left me alone
Hurt so bad

Wendy, Wendy don't lose your head
Lose your head
Wendy don't believe a word he says

I can't picture you with him
His future looks awful dim
Oh Wendy, Wendy left me alone
Hurt so bad

Wendy I wouldn't hurt you like that
No no no
I thought we had our love down pat
Guess I was wrong

The farthest thing from my mind
Was the day that I'd wake up to find
My Wendy
Wendy left me alone

Wendy, Wendy left me alone
Hurts so bad
Wendy, Wendy left me alone
Hurts so bad
Wendy, Wendy left me alone
Hurts so bad
Wendy, Wendy...

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"Wendy" by Cake Like (Album: Bruiser Queen)

it's the upshot
of bein' the beauty queen
it's a damn good place to be seen
oooh must be quite good
wow must be so nice
yeah yeah
lucky dog
and i wanna be like wendy
i wanna be like wendy
all-star tease
bang'em up bruiser queen
i wanna ride
on trampoline
i wanna ride

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"Wendy" by God Street Wine

Blonde Wendy, the principal's daughter
Scrubs her teeth to a pearly white
Bathes herself in wine and water
Getting set to go out tonight.
She covers her face with precious lotions
Cover her legs with nylon mesh
Dances all night with awkward motions
How does Wendy stay so fresh?

And Wendy won't give me the time of day, no
But I still love her anyway, oh
And if I ever speak with her
Here is what I'll say:

Do you hear the music, Wendy, do you hear the tune?
Do you think it might bear some relevance to what you're doin'?
Do you watch the sunrise at the very end of your day?
Do you hear the music, Wendy...
Ain't you got nothing to say?

"Well we're driving into town Mom but don't let it trouble you
My girlfriend's driving and she'll stay straight
We're all going in to see GSW
Don't expect me home til late."
She'll see the band again tomorrow
Wendy always comes back for more
Keeps a little something to drown out her sorrow
Hidden in the medicine cabinet door.

And Wendy won't give me the time of day, no
But I still love her anyway, oh
And if I ever speak with her
Here is what I'll say:

Do you hear the music, Wendy, do you hear the tune?
Do you think it might bear some relevance to what you're doin'?
Do you watch the sunrise at the very end of your day?
Do you hear the music, Wendy...
Ain't you got nothing to say?

Do you hear, do you hear, do you hear
Do you hear the music Wendy?

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"Wendy Sadd" by Kim Wilde (Album: Select)

Lost in the night, out on the streets and blown into the wind.
She was just heading for trouble when they got her downstairs.

Cut by the lights, strands of her hair just tumble from her cheeks.
She's just another caucasion in a crime worn day.

A. Inside her heart was breaking.
No-one knew what she'd been trough.
Inside her mind's escaping.
To a world that no-one knew. [End of A.]

Lost in the night, sombody said go easy on the girl.
You'll never get a confession if you treat her that way.
Two pairs of eyes shout at her face, and late into the night.
They heard a softer whisper saying "Let me go".

[Repeat A.]

B. Wendy Sadd has flown away.
Wendy found her freedom.
No-one else could follow there,
not inside the world of Wendy Sadd. [End of B.]

Somebody shouts, something is wrong and panick hits the room.
They said she looked at the ceiling and the lights went out.
Clutched in her hand, all they could find was a letter that she'd wrote.
It said try and forgive them for what they've done.

[Repeat A.]
[Repeat B two times repeating "Wendy Sadd" at the end.]

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Wendy the Good Little Witch
 
She's Wendy the good little witch 
She's Wendy the good little witch 
She's the one the only 
She'll never leave you lonely 
'Cause she's Wendy the good little witch 
 

She'll cast a spell on you (x4) 
She'll make a brew for you (x4) 
She's Wendy, you stupid fucker! 

WENDY THE WITCH
 

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"Wendy Time" by The Cure

"You look like you could do with a friend," she said.
    "You look like you could use a hand,
    someone to make you smile," she said.
    "Someone who can understand
    share your trouble
    hold you close
    and I can do all of these.
    I think you need me here with you."
 
    "You look like you could do with a sister," she said.
    "You look like you need a girl to call your own...
    like fabulous! fabulous!
    call me fabulous!"
    and rubbing her hands so slow
    "You stare at me all strange," she said.
    "Are you hungry for more?"
    "I've had enough," I said.
    "Pease leave me alone.
    Please go."

    It doesn't touch me at all
    It doesn't touch me at all

    "You know that you could do with a friend," she said.
    "You know that you could use a word
    like feel or follow or fuck," she said.
    and laughing away as she turned
    "You've everything but no-one
    like the last man on earth."
    "And when I die," I said
    I'll leave you it all."
    door closes
    leave me cold

    It doesn't touch me at all
    It doesn't touch me at all

    "You really do need a sister," she said
    "You really do need a girl to call your own...
    like wonderful! wonderful!
    call me wonderful!"
    and running her hands so slow
    "You stare at me all strange," she said
    "Are you hungry for more?"
    "I've had enough," I said.
    "Please leave me alone."
    please go
    please go

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"Wendy Under the Stars" by Odds (Album: Neopolitan)

I was sitting there watching TV
Wendy came and sat on my knee
She put her finger in my ear
But I pulled it out so I could hear
What the newsman on the television said
He said the king of rock 'n' roll was dead
And in the spooky television light
She said, "Don't ever forget this night"

                           CHORUS
I was fucking Wendy under the stars the night that Elvis died
I was fucking Wendy under the stars the night that Elvis died
 

As we walked across the dew wet field
I never ever thought she would yield
To my young body's aching desire
For an older woman's well banked fire
By the left hand I was led
To the place that we would make our bed
And embracing in the blue moonlight
She said, "Don't ever forget this night"

                           CHORUS

 
She was 31 I was 17
I found out then what passion could mean
I thought I loved her but I didn't know how
I don't love her when I see her now
With the tape deck turned up loud
she made a young man feel strong and proud
And in the coolness of the morning light
She said, "Don't ever forget this night"

                           CHORUS

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"We Understand Each Other" by Todd Rundgren (Album: Up Against It)

We understand each other
Bull!
You hear some distant drummer play
I think we understand each other
Have you no else to offer?
Poor boy!
I have expenses to defray
I hope we understand each other
We have a problem
Yes, but it's not that we
Don't understand each other

Oh brother!
When they say "understand"
They gotta mean fairyland
For twenty tons of silver
She sold him into stir
And when it gets his freedom back
He throws it away over her
When he says "understand"
He must mean some other girl

I'll never comprehend
My putrid taste in men
It's not fair I love
Each little hair and he
Don't even care about me
When she says "understand"
Must mean some other man

Our preconceptions to retain
We're obliged to exclaim
We understand each other

We hear some distant drummer play
Must mean we understand each other
Oh brother!

If there's a problem
We'll admit it
Not that we don't understand each other
Each other

When they say "understand"
It's like Wendy and Peter Pan
Have you ever met somebody
More self-involved than he?
This has got to be a miracle
The man has divine empathy

What could be wrong with me?
I know his repartee
Insincere
He's down
There, I'm up here
But whenever he's near

It's some kind of divine empathy
When they say "understand"
Smells like something else to me
We're talking sleight of hand
Each other's mind
We read so well
We have no time to know ourselves
We understand each other

Though we don't even know ourselves
We think we understand each other
Though we don't even know ourselves
We think we understand each other
Though we don't know ourselves
I hope we understand each other
Each other

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"Windy" by The Association (one of my favorite songs)

Who's peeking out from under a stairway
Calling a name that's lighter than air
Who's bending down to give me a rainbow
Everyone knows it's Windy

Who's tripping down the streets of the city
Smiling at everybody she sees
Who's reaching out to capture a moment
Everyone knows it's Windy

And Windy has stormy eyes
That flash at the sound of lies
And Windy has wings to fly
Above the clouds, above the clouds

Who's tripping down the streets of the city
Smiling at everybody she sees
Who's reaching out to capture a moment
Everyone knows it's Windy

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